She packed my bag last night
pre-flight,
Zero Hour, nine A.M.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then.
I miss the earth so much,
I miss my wife.
It's lonely out in space
on such a timeless flight.
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home.
Oh, no, no, no,
I'm a rocket man,
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone